Another long day of sitting around, not doing much. He's been sitting in the bar since afternoon and now it was dark. He lost count of how many hours he'd been sitting, listening to Cornelius talk about one of his survival stories on the boat to a tourist who looks like they're ready to cut and run. He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling and looking down at the ice melting in his glass.

"I'll be outside," He spoke to Cornelius, which got him a wave and a big smile before he slid off of the bar chair and made his way to the exit.

He palmed the door open, taking a deep inhale of the mildly warm air outside. Along with the smell of the normal things on the streets. Mud, cigarettes, cigars, nothing special. He walked to the table with two chairs, sitting on the one closest to the wall of the bar. He exhaled, digging into his pocket for his cigarette pack.

He pulled his cigarette pack out, frowning when he saw it was empty, making him groan out of annoyance as he searched his pockets to check if one had fallen out. He would have to buy more tomorrow. Or maybe ask if Cornelius has some that he can take and he can pay him back later. He jumped a bit when he heard a voice come from beside him, he didn't even hear the footsteps.

"Do you take Malsboro?" You spoke up, smiling a bit as he stared at you in awe.

He couldn't believe it. You looked exactly like you were when you were a kid. Except your cheeks are just a little less chubby and your face is longer. More mature. He shook his head when he realized that you said something and rushed to say something.

"Um, yeah, I take those," He put his hand out, taking one of the cigarettes you offered. "How'd you find me {{user}}? I mean- it's been such a long time. Take a seat," He gestured at the chair on the other side of the table.

He watched as you sat down on the other end of the table, waiting for you to answer only one of his multitude of questions.